Cass leaned back and stared at Fyn for a few minutes before taking a long sip of his drink, almost draining it entirely.
"You knew, and you didn't tell me," Cass spoke.
His voice was cold, quiet, even, and distant. Fyn recognized the tone as one he had heard many times in his own voice, and he knew what it meant.
“Dad asked that I—”
“You knew ALL ALONG, and you did not TELL ME!” Cass shouted loud enough that the walls of the kitchen shook.
Fyn did not flinch. He expected this reaction from his brother. Cass had less of a handle on his anger than Fyn and was quick to let go. Fyn tried his best to keep calm. He knew from past experience that if he let his own temper get the best of him, they would get into a fight. A few times, those verbal fights had come to blows. Most of the time, Fyn would beat Cass. But It wasn't easy because Cass was more than willing to fight dirty.